Life of a plant

    In a city, in a building, in a room, a baby philodendron arrived on a spring day, and started growing. He sat near the window and had a panoramic view of the city, and he liked stretching his aerial roots close to the warming unit, or hugging a sofa. He chatted with other plants in the indoor garden, watched movies, listened to humans' stories,  and fed on their dreams when they were sleeping.

    Loving hands caressed the little philodendron and gave him water to drink, so he grew and grew and became quite a tree, filling the room with green. He was the prince of the garden and was greatly admired, and his every new leaf that he opened like a wing was celebrated with joy. It just happened that a girl was meeting with a boy in that room and they kissed under the philodendron's canopy. The philodendron got nourished by their energy, so he continued to grow and fill the room with his aerial roots.

    After some time the girl and the boy went on separate ways and no longer met under the tree's canopy. The room changed owner and the plant was moved in another space, in another building. Such change must have been traumatic for the now mature philodendron and he broke into pieces.

    However, one small piece of the plant survived and found a place with warm light and view of an intimate courtyard. Every week, a kind human was coming to take care of the wounded philodendron and pretty soon he started to grow again and spread around his aerial roots. 

    Life went on...


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